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A voice whispers
In a low scary tone.
You hear breathing,
and your home all alone.
A chill goes through your spine,
As you turn around.
Because from nowhere
there is a sound.
The lights flicker off,
A harsh wind comes in.
You hear moaning from behind.
And you know the "thing" will win.
The "thing" creeps closer,
it is coming to devour you.
You'd better run,
For its friends are not few.
You feel spellbound,
It's the enchanted foreignor.
Your heart beats faster
as "it" rounds the corner.....
- Title: Haunted
- Artist: icefox5
- Description: my mood changes depending on what i'm listening to..I was hearing my mom listening to this scary movie on the weekend and this popped into my mind.....
- Date: 03/17/2009
- Tags: haunted
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Lena_Zhou412 - 08/17/2009
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gives me creeps.
^_^ - Report As Spam
- XxDarkxKillerxX - 03/18/2009
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this is an awesome poem.
same here with moods. but sometimes my mood comes out of the blue or it has to do with a song im listnening to or something im watching - Report As Spam